I feel like I just wrote one of these, or maybe I'm just not feeling very different. I'm still doing well because of my Magic Pills (Reglan, actually, if you were interested. I highly recommend them!). Still peeing all.the.time, and am still for the most part...bloated.
I am so sexy, right?
A few of my shirts don't fit anymore because of two ever-growing objects, and of course, the ever-present bloat. This sucks for many reasons, the main one being I don't own very many clothes. My pajamas are fast becoming my go-to gear as soon as I get home from work. Not that it's very different than how things usually are, I've always enjoyed getting cozy after a long day of work, but now I'm doing it because it's the only thing I don't feel like a blimp in. Getting larger is hitting some old nerves, ones I've been fighting ever since I got married, and it hasn't been easy. I know I will get MUCH larger, and that's fine, I know that, but right now I don't look pregnant. I look like I've had one too many Ho-Ho's (my, don't those sound good right now?) and it's hard not to dip back into very old, very ingrained, very bad habits. It would help if I could be active, but until now the aforementioned large objects have sort of hindered that. It's only been in the last day or so that jogging doesn't seem like torture, which was just in time for our flight home from Hawaii (which is another long story and I'll get into that tomorrow maybe), cue the jet lag, little sleep, and pregnancy tiredness. Today I actually took a sick day because of that, and slept in until 1 pm. It's 10:30 and I'm exhausted and the idea of another night's sleep sounds oh-so-lovely. I can't get enough sleep, and "they say" that will finally subside during the second trimester and I'm really looking forward to it. My house is far less clean than it usually is, which bothers me, but not enough to actually do something about it. Hopefully it's true, and I'll only have one more month of this zombie-ness.
One thing that's started this last week is that I've been insanely itchy, especially at night. At first I thought it was connected to my recent sunburn, but I think by now that would have stopped. I'm itchy all day long, mostly on my legs and back (lovely areas to scratch might I add, especially at work) and when I wake up to pee at night I spend the next 20 minutes to an hour itching, trying not to itch, trying not to think about itching, and trying to fall back asleep. It's like a mosquito bite all over. I read on Zero to Forty, the pregnancy calendar written by a blogger I've been reading since I started, that the only thing that's helped her was Aveeno lotion with menthol and I'm heading to Target tomorrow to get me sommathat.
Yesterday I went to a Prenatal Orientation, a two hour class which was basically useless except that they set up all my next important appointments (we find out if it's a boy or girl May 30th! Woo!) and made me pee in two separate cups and drew 5 vials of blood (and I didn't even pass out! Thank heavens for reclining phlebotomy chairs!) and sent me on my merry way. I have another "real" appointment tomorrow to check on my pixel blob and determine if there really is only one little blob in there. I think we've only got one, and that's what I'm going with. I'll let ya'll know, of course.
My after-work gear, or today's all day outfit. Don't tell Caleb, but I totally changed into normal clothes and spruced up before he came home, just so he wouldn't know I'd been in my pajamas all day long.
Now you know, Cabe. That's what I wore until 5:45 pm. And I loved every minute of it.
My two objects became very large very soon. I had to buy a whole new cup size by week 8, and then a bra extender shortly thereafter (you must get one--they are $1.50 at Motherhood).
So I'm feelin ya pain, sister. Just wear what's comfy, I say.
Posted by: turleybenson | April 03, 2008 at 03:29 PM
My two objects became very large very soon. I had to buy a whole new cup size by week 8, and then a bra extender shortly thereafter (you must get one--they are $1.50 at Motherhood).
So I'm feelin ya pain, sister. Just wear what's comfy, I say.
Posted by: turleybenson | April 03, 2008 at 03:30 PM
Hallelujah for reglan. It's good stuff. Anti-emetics (aka the don't be nauseous and don't throw up on me meds - like reglan) are my best friends at work. (Not for me, but for the poor sick kiddos getting chemo.) Love them. Yet another reason we can all be grateful we are living in the cushy 21st century and not in pioneer times. If only we could find something to cure the bloat. I don't think Cabe really wants you to cure the problem with the two objects...
Posted by: Amber | April 03, 2008 at 07:29 PM
Maris, I think I'm going that route soon! And an extender, such a lovely idea! Thanks!!
Amber (hi!!!!) I totally agree. Yeah for modern medicine! And you're right about my "objects..."
Posted by: Kimba | April 06, 2008 at 05:27 PM